Post by chaosgrot on Sept 12, 2007 16:55:42 GMT 1
Here follow reports and tales, told by father to son, about the journey that the Warlord Gazlor Dragonthrottla and his warband made, to the forsaken city of Mordheim.
Day one, around the late afternoon
Gazlor raised his battle axe high, and addressed the warriors that were gathered around him.
‘Ok yer grots, lissen up!’ he pointed his axe at the large round square, clearly visible at the end of the alleyway the warband was standing in. The middle of the square, was decorated by a round fountain, with a statue standing in the middle of it. Littered around the fountain, several shards of wyrdstone lay scattered. Gazlor had heard that the wyrdstone was worth a lot of gold, so he had decided to grab it all for himself.
‘Da plan is simple. We run out there, grab as many of those weird glowy stones as we can, and den run like hell!’ Gorbag, a particularly large Orc brandishing two large axes, raised his voice.
‘Why run boss? We can take those humies easy enough!’ Gazlor wanted to smash Gorbags head in for questioning his plan, but a strange howling sound made him turn around instead. As he turned, he saw a creature appear from the edge of the square. The thing was humongous, it had enormous claws, and a strangely purple skin. It didn’t waste any time, and charged straight to where the wyrdstone shards were scattered. Just when it had reached the fountain, it was hit by an arrow that was shot from somewhere Gazlor couldn’t make out. The arrow was followed by 4 others, that all hit home. With a loud roar, the creature collapsed on the ground with a thundering sound, the shard that he had grabbed falling from his hand, and clattering onto the ground.
‘DATS why we not gonna fight!’ Gazlor snapped, turning back to the Big Un. ‘You wanna be a porcupine? Then zogging go ahead!’ When the Orc didn’t move, the Warboss grinned. ‘Though’ as much.’ He turned to the second of the two Big Un’s, this one carrying an axe and shield. ‘Raknut, yousa take da gobbos and squigs to da uhm… left, and me and the rest will go dis way.’ He gestured over his shoulder. ‘Righto boss.’ the large Orc replied, and started whacking Goblins around, getting them into the right direction. ‘Ok ladz!’ Gazlor said to the rest of his warband. ‘Let’s rumble!’
Several hours later
‘I zoggin hate this place.’ Gazlor grunted. His warband had taken shelter in a large building, after having fought for over 4 hours straight. ‘First da friggin walls start to scream, and den this zoggin storm almost blows us out of our armour!’ The Warboss turned to his second in command, a Orc Shaman going by the name of Padash Snakehands. ‘I want an explanation Snake ‘Ands, what’s zogging going on here?’ The Shaman, clearly older then the Warboss, shrugged.
‘Haven’t got a clue Gazlor, apparently these wyrdstone shards, mutate more then just flesh.’
‘Well that’s just zoggin’ great.’ The warboss commented, kicking a wall in frustration.
The shaman sighed, and looked out of a cracked window, replaying the battle in his mind.
The plan had gone wrong when the warband had come across a group of human warriors. Gazlor had shouted insults at them, before charging them and bellowing a warcry. From the point on it had been complete chaos. Raknut’s group had made contact with another group of humans, carrying bows and filling the skies with arrows. Padash and the rest had tried to take the fountain square by force, but were forced to retreat as a strong storm suddenly had arisen out of nowhere. As they retreated, Padash had noticed moving figures in the distance, around where the graveyard was supposed to be. If his suspicions were right, they were in for a restless night.
Day one, around the late afternoon
Gazlor raised his battle axe high, and addressed the warriors that were gathered around him.
‘Ok yer grots, lissen up!’ he pointed his axe at the large round square, clearly visible at the end of the alleyway the warband was standing in. The middle of the square, was decorated by a round fountain, with a statue standing in the middle of it. Littered around the fountain, several shards of wyrdstone lay scattered. Gazlor had heard that the wyrdstone was worth a lot of gold, so he had decided to grab it all for himself.
‘Da plan is simple. We run out there, grab as many of those weird glowy stones as we can, and den run like hell!’ Gorbag, a particularly large Orc brandishing two large axes, raised his voice.
‘Why run boss? We can take those humies easy enough!’ Gazlor wanted to smash Gorbags head in for questioning his plan, but a strange howling sound made him turn around instead. As he turned, he saw a creature appear from the edge of the square. The thing was humongous, it had enormous claws, and a strangely purple skin. It didn’t waste any time, and charged straight to where the wyrdstone shards were scattered. Just when it had reached the fountain, it was hit by an arrow that was shot from somewhere Gazlor couldn’t make out. The arrow was followed by 4 others, that all hit home. With a loud roar, the creature collapsed on the ground with a thundering sound, the shard that he had grabbed falling from his hand, and clattering onto the ground.
‘DATS why we not gonna fight!’ Gazlor snapped, turning back to the Big Un. ‘You wanna be a porcupine? Then zogging go ahead!’ When the Orc didn’t move, the Warboss grinned. ‘Though’ as much.’ He turned to the second of the two Big Un’s, this one carrying an axe and shield. ‘Raknut, yousa take da gobbos and squigs to da uhm… left, and me and the rest will go dis way.’ He gestured over his shoulder. ‘Righto boss.’ the large Orc replied, and started whacking Goblins around, getting them into the right direction. ‘Ok ladz!’ Gazlor said to the rest of his warband. ‘Let’s rumble!’
Several hours later
‘I zoggin hate this place.’ Gazlor grunted. His warband had taken shelter in a large building, after having fought for over 4 hours straight. ‘First da friggin walls start to scream, and den this zoggin storm almost blows us out of our armour!’ The Warboss turned to his second in command, a Orc Shaman going by the name of Padash Snakehands. ‘I want an explanation Snake ‘Ands, what’s zogging going on here?’ The Shaman, clearly older then the Warboss, shrugged.
‘Haven’t got a clue Gazlor, apparently these wyrdstone shards, mutate more then just flesh.’
‘Well that’s just zoggin’ great.’ The warboss commented, kicking a wall in frustration.
The shaman sighed, and looked out of a cracked window, replaying the battle in his mind.
The plan had gone wrong when the warband had come across a group of human warriors. Gazlor had shouted insults at them, before charging them and bellowing a warcry. From the point on it had been complete chaos. Raknut’s group had made contact with another group of humans, carrying bows and filling the skies with arrows. Padash and the rest had tried to take the fountain square by force, but were forced to retreat as a strong storm suddenly had arisen out of nowhere. As they retreated, Padash had noticed moving figures in the distance, around where the graveyard was supposed to be. If his suspicions were right, they were in for a restless night.
